Friday, April 10, 2009

These deviled eggs are just the cutest thing I’ve seen in a long time. They don’t look hard to make at all, either.

Carlene sent me the link from Savoring Time in The Kitchen.

Cut a slice out of the bottom of the egg so they stand up, then another slice down a bit from the top, scoop out the yolks, overfill them when you put the yolk/mayo mixture back in, slice olives for the eyes, and carrots for the webbed feet. Pretty cute, huh?

OMG, MAKE THESE!!!!! They are absolutely, fantastically delicious. It’s the combination of the vanilla and the almond that makes them so special, the oil makes them moist. We heaped coconut on the frosting, they are decadent!!! Seriously, one of the best recipes, ever! Trust me, you’ll love these.

We also made Carrot Cake Cupcakes from Simply Elise. They aren’t frosted yet. They are filled with cinnamon, cardamon and orange zest.

Never saw you look quite so pretty before Never saw you dress quite so handsome - what's more

I could hardly wait to keep our date This lovely Easter morning And my heart beat fast as I came through the door For...

In your Easter bonnet, with all the frills upon it You'll be the grandest fella in the Easter parade. I'll be all in clover, and when they look us over We'll be the proudest couple in the Easter parade.

On the avenue, Fifth Avenue, The photographers will snap us And you'll find that you're in the rotogravure. Oh, I could write a sonnet, about your Easter bonnet And of the guy I'm taking to the Easter Parade.

On the avenue, Fifth Avenue, The photographers will snap us And you'll find that you're in the rotogravure.

Oh, I could write a sonnet About your Easter bonnet And of the girl I'm taking to the Easter Parade.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

I’ve blogged about this before, so if you’re an oldtimer, just skim past it. This is for all the new kids on the block that read my blog and haven’t heard this.

Some of you may not realize that I’m a double amputee, following a bout with meningitis when I was forty-four, and you also may not realize that I have a healthy sense of humor about the whole thing. Oh my, there are a million stories in the naked city, this is one…

The year was 1995, I was slowly getting my life back and determined to prove to myself that I was “normal” which of course I wasn’t, but I wasn’t ready to admit that quite yet. The boys were in college, coming home for spring break and I decided to go to the grocery store alone, my first mistake.

I was going to make them sloppy joes for lunch, and being really cocky, I decided that I didn’t need a cart, I could just carry the burger and the buns. I didn’t have a good sense of balance yet, and I staggered when I walked, but I didn’t need a cart, of course not, sure I didn’t.

So I get a package of buns, trudge on to the meat counter where I pick up the burger, but I decided that I didn’t really want to make them from scratch, so I also picked up a can of Manwich. Oh, I needed a 2 liter container of soda, I forgot the soda. So I’m staggering thru the store with all of this in my arms, trying to decide if I could also carry a bag of chips, and by this time I’m starting to get really fatigued, as my energy level wasn’t good yet.

So I’m carrying all of this stuff in my arms, bobbing and weaving and it starts to slip thru my arms. I know I’m in trouble, I’m trying to keep my balance, and I totally lose it and crash into a display of jelly beans.

The store had made this huge pyramid of jelly beans, they had repackaged bulk jellies into deli containers, and it was high to the sky on a table.

Well, I fell into the damned thing, and those containers spilled to the ground, and literally thousands of jelly beans poured out of them onto the floor….

OMG, I was horrified. There were jelly beans everywhere! The clerks all came running, with the most gawdawful expressions on their faces, so I quickly went into my poor pitiful pearl routine about how I didn’t have any feet, and I was so sorry and I would pay for all those jelly beans. Heaven forbid they think I was a drunk with all that weaving going on…

The store manager came up, I was trying to explain to him what happened, while he was hurriedly trying to get me thru the checkout lane. He just wanted me gone! We cut in front of the other customers, I paid for my groceries (no, he didn’t make me pay for the jelly beans) and then he escorted me out to and put me in my car! I remember sitting in that parking lot, laughing hysterically and thinking that if I ever got home, I would never go anywhere again in my entire life.

Of course I did, but I must admit it was a couple of years before I had the courage to go back into that market…

And that’s my annual Easter story, I hope it gave you all a smile today….

Carlene sent me this story. It just made my morning, I bet it will yours, too.

A mom was concerned about her kindergarten son walking to school. He didn't want his mother to walk with him. She wanted to give him the feeling that he had some independence but yet know that he was safe.

So she had an idea of how to handle it. She asked a neighbor if she would please follow him to school in the mornings, staying at a distance, so he probably wouldn't notice her.

She said that since she was up early with her toddler anyway, it would be a good way for them to get some exercise as well, so she agreed.

The next school day, the neighbor and her little girl set out following behind Timmy as he walked to school with another neighbor girl he knew. She did this for the whole week.

As the two walked and chatted, kicking stones and twigs, Timmy's little friend noticed the same lady was following them as she seemed to do every day all week. Finally she said to Timmy, 'Have you noticed that lady following us to school all week?

'Well,' Timmy explained, 'every night my Mom makes me say the 23rd Psalm with my prayers, 'cuz she worries about me so much. And in the Psalm, it says, 'Shirley Goodnest and Marcy shall follow me all the days of my life', so I guess I'll just have to get used to it!'

The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make His face to shine upon you, and be gracious unto you; the Lord lift His countenance upon you,and give you peace.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Why is it that if you go to lunch with a man, you pick the restaurant and if the food is bad it’s the end of the world, but, if they pick the restaurant and the food is bad, they won’t admit it for anything…..

I’m eating healthy so we went to Salad World for lunch. Some guy at work told hubby that they had the best salad in town, so he wanted to try it.

BEST SALAD IN TOWN, OMG, OMG, it was absolutely, positivelyHORRID!!!

No atmosphere, no comfy booths, a stupid little overpriced menu, the salads all had a badzillion calories in them, so I opted for a plain baked potato with steamed veggies on top. He got a philly cheesesteak, he didn’t even order a salad!

They had vegetarian chili on the menu, so I asked the waitress, some poor woman on the wrong side of sixty who, I’m sure, would much rather be home with her feet up on an ottoman watching As The World Turns instead of taking our order, if it was healthy. She said she didn’t know, it came from a container from GFS (wholesale food distributer). Egads, why did she tell me that? Total turn off before we even ordered.

But order we did, then waited forever for our food and our waitress finally came back to our table and said they had screwed up my potato and put cheese all over it, and they had to “microwave” me another one. Arughhhhh, why did she have to confirm what I already knew, that the potato was microwaved…

Hubby declared that his cheesesteak was good. It looked awful, on an icky dry roll, no grilled onions or peppers, just some shredded beef with a squirt of cheese on that sad looking bun. And mine, well, it was a microwaved poato with steamed veggies on top. *sigh*

I had iced tea, he had water – it was almost $20 for lunch, and it was awful! But he said didn’t think it was bad. HEDIDN’T THINK IT WAS BAD???????FOR TWENTY DOLLARS????

We shopped all day, and tonight I had to run back to yet another store, so he said “we’ll just get something out.” Okay, great, I was tired and didn’t really want to cook, but there isn’t a lot of restaurants to choose from close to our house that aren’t totally calorie laden, but we do have Long John Silvers, which I’m not a fan of, but they have 350 calorie meals now. That worked, it was quick, and I ordered the tilipia with rice and steamed veggies. It sounded good and looked great in the picture on the menu board. They brought our order and sat it on our table, hubby had this HUGE pile of food on his plate,I looked down at mine and there was a tablespoon of veggies, maybe a couple of tablespoons of rice and a sad little piece of fish. Apparently you don’t get much for 350 calories. I looked at his and I’m thinking if mine is grilled and 350 calories, and his is fried and is a huge amount of food, he must have 3500 calories in his dinner! No wonder America is a fat nation, it’s those damned restaurants!

So I came home, made myself a bowl of fresh strawberries, topped with a cup of vanilla fat free yogurt, and you know what? It was the best thing I ate all day.

Monday, April 6, 2009

I was talking about these cupcakes with my buddy V today. Mother made them for me when I was a little girl 50+ years ago. She would tint the coconut, make a little nest and fill the nest with jelly beans. I would help her in the kitchen, and be so excited, because it was such a special occasion. We always tinted our grass green, and the cupcakes were always homemade.

I carried the tradition on with my own boys, and when I asked Ryan today if he would like to have them again, he said, “No, I hate coconut!” So much for that memory… But I have to admit, I never really liked the jelly beans on them either. V suggested putting a Peep on top, no surprise there, the woman has been obsessed with Peeps for years! I think yours truly would much rather nest some miniature Cadbury eggs in the coconut. Oh, I do love those eggs! Especially the caramel ones….

Mother also had a lamb cake mold similar to this that she bought when I was a baby. Money was scarce when I was little, so I’m sure buying this mold was an extravagance. She was always so proud of it, and she would bake buttermilk cakes, with me standing on a chair while she unmolded it. Then she would frost it with buttercream frosting , carefully cementing the two halves with icing, and when I was old enough, I got to cover it with freshly grated coconut.

I still have the mold, but sometimes I worry that my family won’t know the old stories, and when I’m gone things will just be tossed, because they don’t realize the connection and how important they were to me.

I’ll make lamb cakes for my own grandchildren, that’s what I’ll do, and the tradition will continue. Good memories….

London is my friend, Trish's, Yorkie. She's the little half-pint on the left, all three pounds of her. Next is my Molasses Maybelline, and that's my Maggie Moo on the right. Oh yeah, they are just as cute as they look in these pictures. You have no idea how much fun we have with these little fur kidz!

The family is going to be home, I’m thinking a brunch, definitely going to be making Seana’s Lemon Pancakes with Raspberry Butter for the girls, malted Belgian waffles for the guys, some kind of breakfast casserole, fresh strawberries and pineapple, juices, coffee… If anybody has other ideas, I would love to hear about them. Or tell me your own thoughts for your Easter meal. Just leave a comment, we would all enjoy the input.

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Hi There, I'm Jan

I gush about the grandkids, post strange, rambling erratic thoughts, embarrass my family and friends and often I sit in the sunshine and drink sweet tea, okay, so it's not fully leaded, it's Splenda sweet tea and try my best to live in the moment every . single . day. Did I leave anything out? Hey, I'm old(er) now and wiser too. Now if I could just remember what I'm talking about and whom I'm talking to...